The Story of Blood and Roses Chapter 151

Published at 10th of July 2019 10:06:15 AM Chapter 151
Suddenly it fell into perspective . I knew that voice . He was the mysterious man I had seen with Anthony when I first started working for him . Only, the alcohol had made him unsophisticated . He spoke like a rowdy boy from a street gang rather than the cultured man whom I had heard the first time around .

"She works here, and she is not at your beck and call . " I turned to look at Anthony for some sort of a signal . He blinked once, insisting I stay where I was . His eyes were narrowed to slits and his whole body was tense as he thought over the words he would say next .
"Let her go . We'll take you to some nice place where you can get any girl you like," he assured her . The man ignored him completely, much to my surprise . He freed my hair from my ponytail and ran his fingers through them . The shattered glasses on the floor of my feet were inviting . They were shimmering and ready to be used if things got out of hand .
"You're so pretty, sweet girl," he cooed .
"Thank you, sir . " The room had gone silent . I could see that the others were staring openly at me .
"She reminds me of my wife," I stiffened . I certainly didn't want to hear this .
"I will be taking my leave now," I muttered under my breath as I got up on my feet . His hand fell away from my hair, but he made a displeased sound .
"You will be called when you are needed," I heard Anthony say firmly . It was a warning that I would follow . I turned around to leave, but he caught me again .
"You sound like her, too," he was speaking to me, now . I felt a chill run down my spine . "Your hair . The shape of your face . . . If I didn't know better, I'd think that my dead wife had been resuscitated," he snickered .
"Let her go," Anthony growled .
"Don't get your knickers in a twist . It's not like Melody is coming back . . . I put the bullet in her myself . " Frozen in the spot, I waited for something to snap .

"Fuck," I heard Michael swear .
That did it .
My body jerked .
My instincts took over .
My hand grasped the man's, and I squeezed .
"You bitch," he cried as he tried to free from my grip .
I could hear laughter .
It was me .
Michael . . . he didn't kill my mother . . .
I was numb .

My hand slid inside my skirt .
The gun came out .
I pointed it at the man who had killed my mother .
"What is the meaning of this?" he screeched . The men in the room were on their feet . They stared wide eyed as I pointed the gun at him .
"Remove your mask," I choked . I needed to be sure . This could all be another trick . . .
"Don't," I heard Anthony whisper . He was right behind me, holding me back by my waist .
"Let me go, Anthony . "
"Stop it . . . this is why . . . " I knew . . . I knew what he meant . I shouldn't have come here .
He knew who I was all along .
"You knew," I whispered, accusingly . I didn't dare to look at him . I stared at the offensive man who clutched his injured hand . "You knew he did it and let me . . . " It was difficult to breathe . The other men shifted and left . They knew when to pick a fight .

"Please," Anthony pleaded .
He knows .
"I thought you were dead," I asked the man .
"No one thought I was dead," he replied . "Who are you?"
"You fabricated your own death? What did you get out of it?" Suddenly, my voice was calm . I was not an orphan . I would turn the rat in .
"Anthony, get this bitch out of here before I put a bullet between her eyes . "
His own hand went for the concealed gun in his belt . I reacted by aiming mine at his head . Not heeding the warning, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at me .
"Remove the damned mask, Cain," I growled . He pulled it off in one go and then waited .
"So?" he challenged .
"Mia," Anthony warned me .
"Why did you do it, Dad?" I left all pretenses .
The mask came off .
"Mia?"
Anthony stiffened beside me . He pulled away after a moment . I wish he had stood by me . I really did . But I needed to do this alone .
I was going to die .
I heard a gun being pulled out and knew that it was Anthony . I was pretty sure that he was going to point it at me . I had deceived him, and he had the right to kill me . But he had known . . . all this time, he had known .
"Why did you do it, Dad?" He swore under his breath and cocked the gun .
"Your mother was in my way . "
"Why?"
"My business," Anthony answered from the other end of the room . "He was trying to take over my business and call it his own . He failed . "
"You lied," I stated flatly .

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